Rise of Rurik

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The people paddling in the hustle and bustle controlled the long boat to dock at the trestle bridge. They landed one after another and immediately caught the rope thrown down on the Aphrola.

A wooden stake was rammed into the mud on the shore by a sledgehammer, and the rope kept entangled here.

Rurik's ship officially docked, and the long rocker connected the trestle bridge. After a while, Duke Ross finally stood in his loyal Novgorod.

Otto walked happily. He straightened his gray beard and looked at it, and he couldn't help but converge.

"Niya! Where are you hiding with your children?" His shouting didn't matter how others felt.

Old Ligus leaned on the coffin and he was surprised to see that Otto was a cruel and decisive man in his heart, and his son, Rurik, was even more outrageous.

Otto is calling his old wife to find his granddaughter. Unexpectedly, this old guy has such a tender side...

The call was unsuccessful, so he approached the son who was calling his subordinates to do business.

"Where is your mother? Where is your daughter?" he asked.

"They still have some people who will arrive in a month."

"Absurd." Otto strangled his son's neck in desperation, "Didn't the letter be delivered to my hometown? Didn't they execute it? Look at you, with a group of wives and concubines, but forgot your mother and yours. Daughter. Do you know how I want to coax my grandson."

Teasing with his granddaughter is already a big joy in Otto's life. He doesn't need to fight himself anymore. He wants to chat and have fun with the old guys in this warm place. Granddaughter Velika is really a big source of fun in his later years.

Dad's intergenerational relationship to his granddaughter Rurik felt that Dad had become cute.

"Oh, it's not like this..."

As Rurik was about to explain, Otto asked again: "It seems that the crusade against Karelia has been done. Did you win?"

"Won, but only partly."

"Why? Failure without a complete victory. Tell me what happened? Don't tell me that the army lost a lot."

Family affairs have to give way to state affairs. Otto intends to take care of the elderly in Novgorod, and any power is transferred to his son, but the honor and disgrace of the Principality must be observed.

Rurik frowned and explained: "We killed thousands of them. The enemy fled, and the holy place where they sacrificed was occupied by our army. We expelled the Karelians and our strategic goal was basically achieved. As for the loss, our loss. Minimal."

Otto sighed slightly, and now he is no longer surprised to hear the saying that "knocked thousands of heads." He looked at the slim girls next to his son again, and suddenly relented.

Noting the change in his father's attitude, Rurik turned his head to give another order.

The girls in hooded robes took off their hats to reveal their clean faces, showing an indescribable elegance.

They were born at the beginning, and they are the most beautiful flowers in life. Eleven girls, including Svetlana, are Slavs, and this rising city is their hometown.

The local people onlookers cast their curious eyes. Rose's arrogant soldiers are not surprised. Rose's girl is standing here gracefully, like a fairy descending to the world. It is really fresh and refined, and it is difficult to appreciate it in ordinary days.

They knew Svetlana more or less, and the residents of Novgorod witnessed her traditional Slavic wedding with Duke Rurik.

As for the other girls, they are the wives of the duke.

People can't help but mumble, a noble man can have multiple wives and concubines, and Master Rurik actually has more than ten?

The whispers gathered together and there was a roar.

Rurik ordered the mercenaries to form a shield wall, and soon the noisy figures backed away to make a way to the city wall.

Here are all Slavs, all their subjects.

Among the Rurik, the excited Svetlana's wrist was held tightly, and he casually faced the crutches old Rigus and Medvedt who had something to say: "Let everyone go away, don't delay your own affairs. . I want to go to the meeting place, and there are some important things I want to announce quickly."

"Yes." Medvedt nodded deeply...

The hustle and bustle of the dock soon ended, and a group of people who lived a leisurely rural life were reluctant to leave for a long time.

The most tiring representative's work of harvesting wheat has ended. Because the Duke exempted everyone from this year's grain tax, all the farms loyal to Ross have accumulated an unprecedented number of surpluses.

The idle people squatted or stood chatting about the mountains. They looked at the anchored and unloaded ship and discussed how much cargo the ship could hold, and then focused on the beautiful girls.

"The Duke is really an excellent boy, he has too many wives, I'm afraid he will be exhausted." One person muttered.

"Is that so? In my opinion, as a hero, he is far beyond mortal. He will take care of the group of wives and concubines." Someone agreed, and then indulged in laughter.

"Haha, it's a pity that I only have an old woman with a face that looks like rotten wood, and my little daughter is always dirty, totally different from those girls."

"Speaking of which, apart from Rigus's daughter, don't you think the other girls are familiar?"

Someone woke up suddenly, and people chatting suddenly became vigilant. A bald, skinny old man was pulled out, and someone yelled at him: "Brother, I remember that you sold your unsupported little daughter to the Ross people. It seems to be a slave. But I heard from someone visiting relatives last year that the earliest Ten little girls have served as servants for Lord Rurik. They must have had a good life."

Halfway through this person's words, someone immediately seemed to have discovered the big secret, "Ah! After the ship docked, apart from seeing the little daughter of the old man Rigus, there were indeed more than a dozen girls standing next to the Duke."

"Could it be that they were from a few years ago..."

People continued to whisper, only to see that the bald old man had stood up and hurried away.

At this moment, Rurik has entered his palace in Novgorod, which is also Otto's current residence, and is part of the old house of the Rigus family.

This is the sum of some woodcuts of different sizes. The houses are connected by boardwalks, and some boardwalks have continuous shelters for rain. There are also low walls and some subsidiary buildings.

The main body of the building complex has remained unchanged for decades, and Otto, who lives here, has long been accustomed to taking it for granted.

Of course, a brand new palace is under construction, and the foundation of the wooden pile matrix has been completed. Not only has the large wooden poles that construct the main frame of the house been erected, but the most important central beam has also been erected recently.

All of this is seen in Lurik's eyes. According to general rationality, the Slavs here have reached the limit of their ability to build houses. Compared to their hometown in Roseburg, stonemasons and carpenters have already known how to build multi-storey houses. Method of construction.

Building magnificent and tall houses can reflect the majesty of the nobles, the city can become three-dimensional, and life can be more interesting.

When the population of Novgorod has expanded to a certain extent, the core residents will spontaneously want to recruit high-rise buildings.

Rurik sat casually in the woodcut room for discussion, the chimney made of clay bricks was smoking, and the fireplace stirred the beating flame to warm everyone.

A group of girls quietly sat sideways on the soft buckskin cushion with the duke they shared. Svetlana was in her own old house, and she was the most relaxed of the many girls.

Can girls also participate in the discussion? Both Rigus and Otto were puzzled, except for Carlotta, Duchess of Ostara, other girls should be avoided even if they were expensive concubines.

However, at this meeting, all the girls present will officially accept their tasks.

"I see you building cities at high speed, which is very good. Ross needs several famous cities, and Novgorod must be in it..."

After some politeness, Rurik stopped chattering. He knocked on the ground and officially announced: "I will start surveying the farmland tomorrow. I will investigate the total area of ​​the entire Irmen Ring Lake farmland before spring ploughing next year. The fields owned by the manor, the fields owned by ordinary farmers and boyars have been investigated!"

Leurik had disclosed this a long time ago, and Rigus sighed: "It's finally about to begin. Your lord, this will be a very complicated task. Can you really finish it?"

"What? Are you questioning me?"

"No, no, I don't dare." The old guy denied it, and scratched his old face. "However, I have lived here all my life, and I don't even know how many acres the White Tree Manor has fallen on." He glanced at Otto again. , Said bluntly: "Over the years, Master Otto has asked us to pay as much tribute as we requested."

"It is so, but it is not appropriate. I will set a new rule. The eleven tax on the fields must be paid. This has nothing to do with the population. As many fields can produce as much output, I will take one tenth of the property. As a tax. In this way, whoever has more farmland will have a higher tax. I have said this, and now I want to implement it. I have given you enough time to adjust your mentality."

"This..." Rigus was speechless for a while, and he wanted to weigh the pros and cons.

They are all ambiguous attitudes. After all, this taxation model has only recently been implemented in Shilla Fort, abandoning the old Russogon uniforms, and implementing the new system in the huge agricultural area of ​​Novgorod. It should be a good thing for Rurik to be so firm.

Farmland is currently the most important means of production in the Duchy of Ross. The Boyars are the local big landlords. This policy is a plunder for Rigus and his family.

Since the old fellow Rigus was pretending to be confused, Rurik looked at him deliberately, which also made Governor Medvedt listen to him.

"On the issue of taxation, you do not enjoy privileges, and your nobility is bestowed by me, and you must fulfill my orders. On the issue of taxation, you are exactly the same as ordinary people, no matter how much farmland your family has, for example, proportionally. Pay eleven taxes. As for how many arable acres your family has, what you report doesn’t count. I will send my cronies to investigate and I will personally participate in the calculation."

Rigus looked at his son Medvedt, swallowed deeply and looked at Rurik again, "My lord... my lord's decision is brilliant and martial. So, are you all available? I resolutely cooperate with the lord. Not enough, I will provide it immediately."

"Very well, you are very smart. Have you seen the girls here? Including your little daughter, they are all talents that I personally cultivated. They will visit all the farmland, draw out the appearance of the field, and record this. For whose farmland, calculate the area of ​​that farmland and mark the proportion of grain that should be paid each year."

After some quite professional rhetoric, Rigus and his son understood partly, Medvedt complained in his heart. After all, according to this new strategy, his family cannot be greedy.

The Rigus family has always controlled the manor, relying on the accumulated property and the close relationship with the Ross conquerors for decades. Of course, White Tree Manor must pay tribute. Who will pay tribute? Ordinary people pay tribute, and the manor family pretends to pay tribute. When the tribute is really paid, their share will be stuffed back into the warehouse.

In the past, Rigus was the taxpayer of Otto's White Tree Manor, but there was no official document to confirm.

Rigus did the same, and other Boyar nobles did the same.

On the contrary, they are farms in remote areas. Because they are isolated from the world, those Slavs live a harmonious and common life. The so-called native landlords and nobles do not exist. There is no class difference. Only one or two are recommended by the people. If you do, you will be the village head.

The latter's rural model seems to be harmonious. If they have been isolated from the world, they can still live like this for a thousand years and live their own stagnant life forever. But the Ross conquerors have directly ruled here, and the expansion of the conquest in all directions with Lake Ilmen as the center has begun.

A group of girls became book clerks, and Ella was the head of the book clerks.

It was the first time Rigus learned of this vocabulary, and neither he nor Medvete understood, but they were very happy to learn that their youngest daughter was a scholar.

Why? The beautiful daughter became a very wise person, indeed noble than others.

After hearing Rurik's next introduction, they began to doubt their own perceptions again.

Just look at the ten girls here, who were the dirty little girls who were sent out back then? Rigus was taken aback!

After all, back then Otto asked himself to hand over a group of little girls to choose from, so-called slaves to take back to be a helper. How is Rigus willing to do such a thing? A group of dirty little girls were pulled out, and Otto chose ten to take away.

"These children are them? Impossible! They are all fairies."

Rurik wanted to laugh, and said, "This is their fate. They are all from your White Tree Manor. They are now loyal to me and will do anything for me. They are very wise, but you don’t know. ."

"Oh, that must be God's will." Rigus hurriedly beat haha.

Rurik nodded and began to say their names one by one.

"Anna Lulikovich Mednova, Bella Lulikovich Mednova..." He continued reading to Yulia, who was ten.

As soon as the name was pronounced, the corresponding girl spoke out. The most powerful man in the Rigus-level farm in front of him is now humbled like a docile little sheep in front of Master Rurik.

On the other hand, she is a woman of Lord Rurik, who will do things for him, give birth to him, and then become a nobleman...

The humble farmer’s daughter, who was sold by her parents, now returns to her hometown as a nobleman. What kind of scenery is this?

All the girls present must participate in farmland surveying, and Rurik told them to do things well. They are not allowed to be sloppy because this is his own family farm. He even more sternly warned: "If you stop slandering and behave in statistics, don't blame me. Ruthless. Those who dare to harm my interests will be hanged, even my woman, doing such things will not work!"

Feeling comfortable, they tensed their muscles suddenly, and Rurik made them swear in public that it is all the girls who solemnly declare their absolute loyalty.

At this glance, Rigus felt for the first time that the little girl had become so unfamiliar...

Ruriek wanted to disarm Rigus and Medved, so that they should guard against arrogance and impetuosity, and act in full accordance with the requirements of the Duke of Rose.

Things are just the beginning.

"I will hold an all-boyar meeting here, and the news will soon reach the ears of the farm owners. What I announced today will be announced again. Whoever dares to disobey will be arrested immediately, and his family's wealth will be confiscated!"

Rurik was so firm and so ruthless, Otto admired his son very much, this kid was a hundred times more manly than himself. As for Rigus and Medvedt, the soles of their feet are already covered with cold sweat...

A burst of outdoor noise spread to the inner hall, and Rurik, who had already concluded the discussion, noticed the noise.

After a while, someone hurriedly reported: "Many farmers are standing outside and they have something to ask for."

"Let them all leave, disperse!" Rigus frowned and exclaimed.

Rurik gestured: "Ask what they want to do. I am the Duke, I want to know."

"Yes." Medvedt stood up and went to investigate in person.

Soon he ran back in a hurry.

"What's going on." Rurik asked impatiently: "You run very loudly. What major event made you so flustered?"

Medvedt glanced at the girls, then looked at Rurik, "These are the wives and concubines of the adults. They...they are all their biological parents outside the door, and they want to see their girls."

"There is such a thing? How do they know this?" Rurik was startled suddenly~www.NovelMTL.com~ The girls also raised their chests. They didn't speak, their eyes could speak, and they all looked at Rurik.

"Hey, human nature, you are all looking forward to it." Rurik thought for a while and waved his hand, "Anna, Bella, Cicia... Yulia." He took the trouble to read precisely that every girl was bestowed upon him. The name: "Go see your parents and tell them that your life is good. As for whether they ask you to do something, I shamelessly say that it is not possible. You all go. Medved, take someone To maintain order."

"Yes."

The heavy wooden door opened, and a group of fairies walked out under the **** of Slavic warriors who highly imitated the Ruth warrior.

The girls pulled down their robes and glanced at the peasant and peasant woman. They still remembered the looks of their parents and their names in their hometown. After confirmation, they walked over with tears...

Even if parents abandon themselves, maybe this is fate. They don't hate their parents, or that there is no such thing as hatred, and they don't want to be rootless duckweed.

The parents embraced their daughter whom they had not seen for many years, and their tears were sincere at this moment.

However, they are already strangers, and their sincere tears are limited to this moment...

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